I Passed Through the Protagonist's World

My name is Shen Danggui, and I run an ordinary medicinal food shop.

I've transmigrated through many worlds: the world of cultivation, the entertainment industry, post-apocalyptic wastelands, a Western fantasy continent, a cyberpunk city... But I'm no protagonist, and I have no plans to defy fate and change the world.

I simply find a corner in each world, open a little shop, and live a quiet life of my own.

I once took in a down-on-his-luck young cultivator who later became the greatest figure in the immortal realm. I once urged a writer who'd stopped updating to keep writing, and his novel later saved the world. I grew vegetables in the apocalypse and fed the savior who risked his life every day. I once took in a black-robed young man who couldn't afford rent, and he later became a demon king feared by all.

They shine brightly, save the common people, and make names for themselves in history.

As for me, when they're tired, I just hand them a bowl of hot soup, leave a light on, and ask, "You're back?"

I don't take part in their stories.

I just pass through their worlds.

Then I go back to simmering my soup, drying my medicinal herbs, and waiting for my next visitor.

Theme: The world's heroes earn the glory, while their weariness belongs only to the light left on to welcome them home.